Mira Mira

[Intro]
Shut Up, Dude, the mixtape
We're rapping for you!

[Verse 1: Heems]
You know me, I need money
Being broke is not funny
Sometimes I am not funny
Sometimes I am so funny
I don't fake patois
I'm a big fat twat, Deepak Chopra
I'm just cooking okra
?
I'm just on soma
Feel good, no prob, no prob, no prob
See that relax my muscles
Brown Kurt Russell
You could be like Goldie
Me? I'm still the old me
Last name Baba, first name Homie
Got a lot of homies
Me? I'm NYC
You know that I roll deep
You know that I'm groovy
Driving a Maruti
I ain't tricking, I ain't cheap
Pretty mama chick from Queens, come with me
I'm Heems, look, it's me!
Queen dream, you could be on my team
We could go to Tamarine, that's a diner in Queens
We could do anything, anything, anything, anything
We could do anything, anything, anything, anything

[Hook]
Mira mira ven aqui
Mira mira ven aqui
Mira mira ven aqui, ven aqui, ven aqui, ven aqui
Mira mira ven aqui
Mira mira ven aqui
Mira mira blah blah blah blah

[Verse 2: KOOL A.D.]
You know me, I'm KOOL A.D
? I'm low-key
But I'm know to be a freak
I frequently get freaky-deaky
Hollering at Keke
Hollering at Mimi, CiCi
Please, she probably believe me
When I say that she's the only one for me
She always come to see me
Always rock my CD
If I had a DVD she probably would want to see my special fe-fe-features
Shake it like a seizure
Me? I take it leisurely
Surely she hit me like a beeper
Please, sir, why you getting so upset at me for?
She's the one you probably should call a cheater
All I did was take her to the crib and light the reefer
And we hit it off like twenty-four like I was Keifer
Sutherland, she took me to the motherland
Booty bouncing up and down just like it was a rubber band
Other than that, it was nothing really that I need to speak of
Mami know I do that type of thing like every week, love
So ven aqui, ven aqui, ven aqui, ven aqui
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